your hand grenade We just can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your
pregnant too I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I
a nigga like I?m 6 years old, how the fuck you think this shit gon? grow I?ma tell you how this shit gon? go I?ma hop off in this clean ass triple silver
the sun brighter I know the feelin' first hand, I witnessed the sights When I allowed the Lord to come in my life And it was like (Heaven, Heaven) But I
hearin' this I know you don't remember me But yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in touch I see his parents and then I started breakin' up Because I
and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell 'Cause I'm a gangsta The streets always been
he was fuckin ded sista (naw you lein') yeah fa real I tired to tell em' dat he was next the whole neighborhood was knowin dat shella was have da alphabet
pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o the last The
home Only 144,000 gon get it, baby I've lived and I've learned I have taken and I've earned I have laughed, I've cried I have failed and I have tried
on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain i'm off da chain mayne! trell came home i was on..everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone..lil ivy taught me
I was lyin' Now look at what the fuck I did, done Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing, I'm grown They ask me, do I believe in God So I ask them,
is all I know I've been goin' through some things I struggle with my inner man I hustle, I'll do what I can to get this money I know I promised you
the rest bitch, it's all about this Do what you do, and you get what you get You better stop that, before I come ridin' back Right back to you, I know
ya cheese was right You know I hold it down player, you a dog I'm a real nigga, I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call I'ma blow and toss a hoe for
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin' I'm thinking about my man tonight I'm worried about my girl All you ladies leave yo man at home The
the club is jumpin, jumpin I ain't thinkin' about my man tonight Uh huh, I ain't worried my girl aight All you ladies leave your man at home The club
And I dont expect you to understand And this is for grown man You standing on some dangerous land And this time I got a master plan I got a man with papers
think, I ain't forgot where I'm from East Oakland, that's where I learned Everything I know and when I got my turn I never came fake on a microphone